Chai Pumpkin Bread

This may be my favorite loaf of bread I’ve ever made. Maybe. Pumpkin and chai were just made for each other. Remember my sweet potato chai muffins? This recipe is better.

As I type this, I’m flying back out to California. I was back home from Pittsburgh for just a week, but cookbook work had to be done, so I’m back off to the west coast. Hopefully you’ve heard the news that I’m coming out with my second cookbook!! The first time around, I wrote it by myself. This second time around, I’m going with a new publisher AND writing it with another person, which is pretty awesome because it’s George from Civilized Caveman. We decided to come together and collaborate to make a ton of brand new, never before seen recipes. With George’s amazing photography and my ability to destroy his kitchen while creating recipes, we are bound to come up with some pretty stellar dishes. He loves when I’m in the kitchen. Just loves it.

I’m excited that I finally have the chance to tell you all about the cookbook and share some pictures of the recipes that will be in the book! Especially the failed recipes. Those are funny to see. Not for us, because we become extremely annoyed when it happens, but it’s funny for you. And remember, when I go to visit George in California, we spend 6-7 days with each other. And annoy each other. I get all up in his space, eat a lot of his food (he always has the best food ever) and spill food into every crevice possible. So when a recipe fails, it makes things worse. We become almost like little children, throwing small tantrums. Baking has seemed to be our biggest downfall. Mostly because we are trying new ingredients that we haven’t worked with much. We tried some cinnamon rolls and monkey bread…both failed. They still tasted good, so of course we ate them, but looks wise and texture wise, not so much. Hopefully we can pull our sh*t together and figure out those recipes. How bomb would that be? Bomb.

Crying babies are the worst. And there is one in close proximity to me on the plane. No wait, crying babies on planes are the worst.  I know, I know, I will never get it until I am a mom, but what if I don’t plan to be a mom? What if I plan to do other things? Then will I never understand it? I felt really bad for the mom on the flight. Even though everyone understands, they all still secretly hate her, because you can’t hate the child. That would just be effed up.

You know what’s effed up? That show ‘The Walking Dead’. I see why it’s so addictive, but daaaaamn are your dreams messed up afterwards. I didn’t have zombie dreams, oh no. I had dreams of creepy people, doing creepy things. Like smearing pumpkin pie on my friend and jumping up and down on her. You think that wouldn’t be that freaky of a dream, but you had to see their faces. Chainsaw massacre meets hills have eyes. I escaped up a mountain with wolves following me. Then I woke up, and couldn’t go back to sleep. Pretty sure my brain told me to wake up so I wouldn’t witness my own death. I’m sad I won’t be watching The Walking Dead anymore. But I like living in my dreams.

THE CRYING WON’T STOP.

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